Excerpt

Primal Desires

by

Susan Sizemore

(From Pocket - August 2007)

Sofia was aware of the mouth pressed hard and demanding against hers and the sensual heat rushing through her, threatening to melt her bones. Her kiss was equally demanding; she wanted to taste all of him. His palm splayed across the small of her back, pulling them close, hip to hip. He was all hard muscle, and she melded to it. His other hand cupped the back of her head, possessive and protective at once. His thumb stroked down the back of her neck, sending a shiver through her. Her hands fiercely clasped his shoulders, never wanting to let go. He permeated her senses. He smelled male, and tasted male, and felt so male it drove her mad with need. She had no idea how anything could feel so right so fast, but their bodies fit perfectly together.

She wasn’t used to perfection, never expected it. In fact, she’d never believed in it, and a vein of skepticism rose in her now and pulled her out of the nonsense of believing in this perfect kiss.

"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded as she pushed the man away.

She tasted copper, and wiped the back of her hand across her sensitized lips. A drop of blood smeared across her hand and she stared at it. Hers or his? Hers, she thought, remembering that her tongue had touch one of his very sharp teeth. Some of her annoyance faded with the realization that she’d been as much involved in the kiss as he’d been. Yeah, but he started it.

His eyes twinkled. They were very blue. "You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it."

Oh, he was a cocky one. She had to fight not to be charmed by his insolence. "You started it. Why?"

He shrugged. "Seemed like a good idea. You were hysterical."

Vague memories and nightmare images swirled around her. She had no interest in remembering the details. “I saw a dog. I hate dogs. I must’ve overreacted."

A flash of annoyance crossed his features, but all he said was, "Yes."

From his sudden coldness, Sofia sensed he was a dog-lover. Well, she guessed that doomed any relationship. Which brought her back to –

From his sudden coldness, Sofia sensed he was a dog-lover. Well, she guessed that doomed any relationship. Which brought her back to –

"Why did you kiss me?"

"To calm you down."

"It didn’t work."

Another flash of confident smile. "I know."

"Aren’t you supposed to slap someone when they get hysterical?"

"That’s not my style." He cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Unless you’d like me to—"

"That’s not my style." He cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Unless you’d like me to—"

"Prime," a stern voice spoke from behind them. "Jason Cage, Sofia Hunyara, you have been summoned. It is time for you to learn why. Come."